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Something to ponder

  • keffney
  • Feb 2, 2021
  • 1 min read

So last year my friend and I were talking about future endeavors. We talked about how your thoughts can make or break what you plan to do. We continued to talk and share ideas about things that we felt God had been calling us to do. In my quiet place I came up with this poem! Enjoy!


What’s YOUR vision/thought? (How many have you let die?)

A vision/thought running around aimlessly with no direction in your head,

Becomes incomplete, wasted, useless, and often times dead.

Setting your mind to be shipwrecked, crashing to the bottom of an invisible sea,

Trying to break loose, wanting to be released- held captive in your mind begging to be free.

Fighting the lackluster, now uninspired, wondering how to reconnect with the feelings that would once flow,

But you can’t because you’re are frustrated with your direction or lack thereof, wondering which way to go.

Relinquishing your thoughts to paper can help you clearly map out the journey to your manifested realities,

Praying God’s will to direct the words now visible to you as they started off a few simple ideas with potential possibilities.

Writing it down solidifies the work, paving the way for anticipated, beneficial and profitable outcomes,

Yielding very little time or room to focus on any negativity or conundrums.

For the thought is the seed waiting, wanting, and hoping to be planted to purposefully take roots and grow.

But if you are not careful, it will even vanish from its original state, leaving plenty of field with no grain to sow.

Just a thought!

K.S.Harvin

2-5-2020

 
 
 

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Freida Harris
Freida Harris
03 de fev. de 2021

AWESOME POEM! Some many of us let seeds die because we are afraid that they will grow and evolve into to something great. Continue to plant your seeds in your writings. So that others can heal and grow.

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